At Acere's first response, Ragnar simply grunted quietly in response to it. It wasn't an entirely strange or unique opinion - there were a great deal of wolves that preferred not to obey without having a good reason to do so or blindly obeying a leader simply to obey. Certain wolves had a lawful enough nature to do so.. but many were not. At least in his experience.
"We are not so different, it seems."
His expression didn't waver, he simply narrowed his eyes slightly in an analytical nature. "It seems that way, at least for now." he said quietly. He didn't mean it in a hostile nature or anything of the sort, he was just more on the cautious side of life. He was a suspicious wolf by nature, and he could very well have found a lifelong friend in Acere. But he also could have found a future nemesis. He never knew such matters for certain, and he preferred to be suspicious than blissfully ignorant and vulnerable to any sort of betrayal.
"Norwegian. I ran with a pack of your culture when I was young. I was very close to someone of similar descent, though she no longer walks with us. She once told me that those who pass on end up in a place among great warriors. I was never one to believe in such things, but I would like to believe that she resides in those halls now."
Intrigue crossed his expression, his ears perked, although understanding crossed his features as well. It reminded him of his parents religion that they had tried pushing onto him, which he very much denied. He enjoyed learning about it, but he denied any true or serious existence of such a thing as gods or an afterlife such as Valhalla. He valued the stories for the moral lessons in which they taught, but that was all. Fairytales for whelps. "Valhalla," he said simply with a short nod of his head. "I believe that is what she was referring to. I never believed they were much more than fairytales to satisfy answers with which wolves cannot give themselves."
